oh, so anyway. im so hardcore. i didnt smoke any weed last night. just painted and felt like shit. not done painting, though. i thought i was gonna die, so i was like oooooook enough of this shit. then i realized it was like 3am, so i came home.
glad that headache is gone. hope it doesnt come back.
to quote jag (i forget whyyy he was singing that to me) and steven tyler...
xangelicdestinyx: oh that was a sexy burp
g0sh: thank you
g0sh: you heard it?
xangelicdestinyx: i was talking about mine
xangelicdestinyx: im a man
g0sh: without the bits?
xangelicdestinyx: walk like a man talk like a man burp like a man must be a man
xangelicdestinyx: i can buy some though
xangelicdestinyx: im the hottest man i know
g0sh: you are pretty
xangelicdestinyx: and i look better naked cause i aint got that junk
g0sh: havent seen you naked
xangelicdestinyx: i want to get in shape
xangelicdestinyx: then have my body molded
xangelicdestinyx: that way when im old i could be like "i used to look good"
g0sh: thats dope
g0sh: you can hang it on your wall
xangelicdestinyx: make a realnaomidoll
g0sh: YOU ARENT BUILT FOR THAT
xangelicdestinyx: oh yeah huh
thats when you know youve read my journal for too long. when youre quoting posts from two years ago.
anyway, hows that for narcissism. im gonna wait till i look good and have myself copied so that ill be suicidal when im 60. itll be ok, though. cause my husband will have the realnaomidoll to fuck.
i make such a good man. maybe ill make a penis for myself. see, chris should have been single. i make such a good man, and he makes such a good woman (were built a lot alike). we could have made boobs for him. itd have been great.